How can I come to love you?
Learning enlightenment was hard enough.
You left me in the absence of influence
and now who will I follow?
For every pearl there are three dead oysters.
I worked yesterday at Annie Ruby's Cafe from 9am-3pm.
I washed dishes,
thought about life,
made fruit salad,
smiled at an older man,
dropped a glass bowl.
I ate half of a cream filled donut,
ran into the door,
laughed at something that wasn’t that funny,
cleaned the front window,
opened all 4 fridges,
reapplied lipstick,
sifted powdered sugar,
opened a large can of hot fudge,
restocked the waffle cones,
told someone something about me,
took a lunch break,
wrote a ticket for a brownie sunday,
forgot to serve a unsweet tea,
got a head ache,
chopped celery,
ate a lemon cookie,
put away the cool whip,
changed the sink water,
knocked over the Dawn dish soap,
met a girl who couldn’t speak,
brought a woman some plane chips,
made an orange aide,
took a bathroom break,
washed romaine,
sung a song in my head,
brought the cook a Dr. Pepper,
watched a youtube video,
scrubbed a cookie sheet,
heard a story about beer,
talked to my mom,
dropped an ice cube,
laughed at something that really was funny,
saw a man in a red bow tie,
wiped off a table that looked clean,
stirred the carmel,
went looking for mayo,
confessed my love of Michael Bubble,
looked -unsuccessfully- for straws,
got my tips from the day before,
talked about my work schedule,
chopped 5 boiled eggs,
saw a yellow cake come out of the oven,
heard about a death in the family,
took off my shoes,
put them back on,
remembered not to take life to seriously.
I can barely hold my eyes open.
And all the icons are staring
in deep prayer
and the bones of their folded
hands are crunched.
The jaws of untrained hounds.
Like the reflections on the water.
The notes of a perfectionist.
Gray, closer to wedding dress ivory,
Gray hair brushed back.
And yellow, yellow walls
that fed the flowers,
hacked from the roots of
the memorable, the missing
the gray haired woman
feeding the dog,
halting the rain,
bending the air,
with grace like a kitchen knife.
She painted Christ's fine garments
and gold around his head,
like a flashlight,
held by the sparrows.
You were the unknown Pasiso.
You painted gods son,
hung above my cradling bed.
All the days are gray
and i continue to neglect
this life I’ve been given.
I can’t keep pretending.
My confidence is slipping
away.
They can see through me
and i am so bare.
So false and not what
they thought I was.
1 million unhappy faces came to me last night
stood by my bedside and
whispered what I already knew.
Through the written air,
I was a fool among fools.
Torn paper became the spoons in the kitchen
Olivia the fish splashed through your hair
You set them free
Immersed them in the kitchen sink
Among soap suds and bread knifes
Torn paper became your chocolate birthday cake
Orange peels and paper plates!
Left town the very next day
Be carful of your eyes as they grow dry
Watching Olivia
Olivia this is your twin
A hundred red helmets have set you apart
Live your life as if pigs pirouetted
And told bedtime stores to their children
Bring in the trash cans from 2 days prior
It was curtains closed
Torn paper became curtains closed
In your kitchen windows
In your looming office
In the ways you were feeling
Blue eyes
Closed tight
Held up the sky
Britain this decade was infancy
Light was the stan of your skin
You Olivia, child of a white mother
Thought you’d turn coal black
Still weren't the flashlights enough to light your path?
The walls in this house fell wile I was sleeping
And in my dreams they were a choir singing.